The Shoemaker (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Thou Poet, who, like any lark, Dost whet thy beak and trill From misty morn till murky dark, Nor ever pipe thy fill: Hast ...
Thou Poet, who, like any lark, Dost whet thy beak and trill From misty morn till murky dark, Nor ever pipe thy fill: Hast ...
Be content with thine own lot, and do not always envy the fortune of others!Shouldst thou secure both these things, ...
WHEN storms ariseAnd dark'ning skiesAbout me threat'ning lower,To thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes,To thee my tortured spirit fliesFor ...
WITH each other, brother fashion,Have we borne this many an age.Thou hast borne with my existence,And I borne have with ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
Rose of Lancaster.* * * * *Encircled by a blooming bandOf peerless damsels, fair and young,Reclined yon canopy beneath,How bright ...
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',— Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, but love be bonnie A little time while it is new! But when its auld it waxeth cauld, And fadeth awa' like the morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair. Noo Arthur's seat sall be my bed. The sheets sall neir be press'd by me; Saint Anton's well sall be my drink; Since my true love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing-snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; But my love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we cam' in by Glasgow toun, We were a comely sicht to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, An' I mysel' in cramasie. But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case o' goud, And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh! if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee; And I mysel' were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me!(Anonymous Americas)
This winters weather itt waxeth cold,And frost doth freese on every hill,And Boreas blowes his blasts soe boldThat all our ...
O waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where ...
An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent; From ...
Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e}, With blosmen and with bridd{.e}s roun{.e}, That al ...
O waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn side,Where I and my love ...
WHAT distance parteth thee and me! It is not space, it is not time-- Death hath not put between our ...
Lenten ys come with love to toune,With blosmen and with briddes roune,That al this blisse bryngeth;Dayes-eyes in this dales,Notes suete ...
PALER, paler, day by day,Waxeth wordless Eva Gray,Wasting through the heart away!How shall those who wish her well,Lift the shadow ...
Wynter wakeneth al my care,Nou thise leves waxeth bare;Ofte I sike and mourne sareWhen hit cometh in my thohtOf this ...
Lord, I confess my sin is great; Great is my sin. Oh! gently treat With thy quick flow'r, thy momentany ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
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